Chapter 480 : The Final War (3)
In the Demon Realm, feasts were a paradoxical blend of savagery and revelry. While their inherent bloodlust often led to bouts of internecine slaughter, these outbursts were strangely interwoven with a celebratory spirit. Demons might slay a rival’s brother during the festivities, yet such an act wouldn’t necessarily spark a feud. In fact, it wouldn’t be uncommon for the slayer to then court the deceased demon’s sister later that very night. Such was the twisted logic of a demonic banquet -- a chaotic blend of violence, lust, and a bizarre form of demonic camaraderie.
However, this gruesome camaraderie had its limits. Demons, for all their bloodlust, took a perverse offense to being interrupted mid-feast. Slaying them while they savored their meals wasn’t seen as a valiant act, but a rude breach of etiquette.
The sole obstacle preventing the demons from retaliating against the rulebreaker was his fearsome status. It was the newly crowned Second Demon King, a being second only to the absolute ruler, the First Demon King.
Thus imagine the demons’ utter relief when the First Demon King’s attention was drawn by the ruckus and he personally arrived at the site of the bloodshed to inspect the cause of the ruckus.
"What’s going on here?" He asked, directing his question at Qiao Wei. In the heart of the throng, surrounded by hulking demons twice his size, the human being stood resolute.
At Qiao Wei’s feet, two or three demons writhed in pain, crimson color staining the ground from wounds inflicted by Qiao Wei’s swift hand.
Nearby stood a cage, previously full of young women destined for a nightmarish feast that night. Its iron bars hung fractured and askew, gaping open like a silent scream. The young women in question had already vanished into the sheltering embrace of the adjacent forest.
Qiao Wei calmly turned to look at the First Demon King and said, "What is it? With so many villages you pillaged and countless innocent villagers you killed, can I not kill some of you?"
The First Demon King crossed his arms before his chest and shot Qiao Wei a smirk.
"If you are overcome with bloodlust, are you interested in obliterating the next village? Oh, wait. I think I have a better idea."
The high-ranking demon closed the distance between them and placed a hand on Qiao Wei’s shoulder.